Just under the wire! This week’s Tuesday Scribes challenge is to write a 25-word story, called Hint Fiction. Writing a story in only 25 words is not easy, but I gave it a go just the same. If you like it, let me know. If not, well let me know that too.
The deteriorated wooden door at Number 3 Amherst was an open invitation to neighborhood thieves.
This week’s Tuesday Scribes challenge is to write an ‘Internal Dialogue.’ Encyclopaedia Britannica defines internal monologue as: ‘….narrative technique that exhibits the thoughts passing through the minds of the protagonists. These ideas may be either loosely related impressions approaching free association or more rationally structured sequences of thought and emotion.’
Thanks to Mike Johnson for creating this challenge.
Everything is fine.
Just say hello when you pass and keep walking.
Chances are he won’t even notice you.
I bet he is thinking about that Suzie Harris from 5th hour.
I can’t believe he asked her out. She wears braces for gosh sake.
What if he says something? I would die if he talked to me.
He’s getting closer.
Why does he have to be so cute?
Crap. He saw me.
Is that a smile?
Nah, I bet he is laughing at my yellow raincoat. I can’t believe my mother made me wear this.
Tuesday Scribes is a new weekly writing challenge. This week, the challenge is to write a ‘Drabble’, which I learned is a story consisting of exactly 100 words using a photo prompt of a line of doors. I had two thoughts when I saw it: too many decisions, and the old TV show, Let’s Make a Deal. The story below is not auto-biographical, but I imagine this is how it could be when the contestant made it to the Big Deal of the Day. Thanks to Mike Johnson for creating this challenge. I am sure it will be an ‘instant winner’.
Here is today’s Photo:
I don’t like making decisions.
It started when I was a contestant on Let’s Make a Deal.
Behind door number one was a mahogany living room set. I imagined myself lounging on the sofa, reading a magazine.
Then, the stakes were raised.
Do I trade it for what is behind one of the other two doors?
What if it is a convertible? I imagined my hair flying in the wind.
What if it is dog food for life? I don’t even have a dog.
Millions of viewers anxiously wait for me to decide.